Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.